After 64 days, 2,648 nautical miles or roughly 3,000 regular miles, we are home. And it does feel wonderful. Especially returning to my big kitchen, big bed, unlimited use of water, oven, big refrigerator...well you get the idea. I am so incredibly grateful for safe travels, mostly calm seas and a boat that just kept humming along, even after we managed to hit several logs...an awful sound on the hull. I said, "thank you Jesus" a LOT along the way and with the upmost sincerity and humility...there is nothing quite like the ocean to create humility and a grateful heart. I did my first walk up and down the mountain yesterday with Hank and although I was a little slow coming home and my hips a bit sore today, I seem to have not regressed too much from 2 months of inactivity. And speaking of Hank...what can you say when a dog cries with delight upon your return and quickly jumps into the car lest we change our mind. Such a joy to see him again and he is in fine shape thanks to his wonderful caregiver. The deer managed to tear down part of our fence in our absence and munch away but otherwise all was in good shape upon our return except for all the weeds that now need pulling. I am including one of my favorite photos from our trip. We saw a lot of ice bergs along the way and the bigs ones like this one were easy to motor around. It was the smaller "bergies" as they are called that were the most unnerving as the boat would slowly bump into them. I did not enjoy that but these big bergs were spectacular. Travelling to Alaska is not for sissies and I'm afraid I am still a sissie but one who still managed to accomplish something I would never have chosen to do on my own.
Two eagles enjoying their perch.
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